In her plastic mannequin head, Countess Joker cooed like the horny yet sophisticated French lady that she was while Barbara Gordon ran her feather duster up and down the Countess's body.
"Dirty, dirty," Barbara muttered. "Such a pretty, pretty mannequin. Needs to be polished. Needs to look nice."
She bit her lip and rubbed her crotch with her other hand. It felt so good to clean and polish these beautiful mannequins. To serve them.
"B-Batgirl, we need to resist this," Dick said, as he polished some of the silver wear. "We-we're not maids. I'm not -- ohhhhh."
He gave a girlish moan. It felt so good to clean things. Then once everything was clean, he (she?) and Barbara could go to their cute little maid bedroom and sleep together like the good little maid lovers they were, serving all these pretty ladies.
Dick gripped the table., trying to focus.
"N-nooooooo...."
* * *
"Heyyyyy!" Vicki Vale giggled as the cameras pointed at her. "I'm Vicki Vale and I wanna, like, talk to you about the bestest thing in the whole wide world!"
She gestured to the Princess Batsy mannequin behind her.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Vicki Vale said. "I want everyone to see how beautiful she is! She's the most beautiful thing in the world! She...." Suddenly Vicki Vale broke out into peals of laughter. "... I'm going to marry her!"
Marry her? The Mad Hatter laughed, utterly delighted.
* * *
As Lois-Doll and Lana-Doll began to dress the excited Jimmi-Doll, the Toyman burst into the room.
"Sorry for interrupting your quality time, girls," he said, "but I want to move things a little more quickly forward."
He grinned.
"I thought of a prank we can play on Superman."